Jube. Golly! de ole man's a fader. Ought to be ashamed ob hisself.
Win-Kye. Jubee! (Crouching, sticks brush straight above his head.)
Jube. Well, was de matter? (Leans down, Win-Kye thrusts the brush into his face.)
Win-Kye. Lookee out for paintee. (Jube starts back with a yell quick.)
(Curtain on Picture.—Jube grasping the window-sill with both hands, his face contorted, and streaked with paint. Win-Kye grinning. Vermont on stool, pressed back against table Silas's hand on his throat, with pistol pointed, looking into each other's faces.)
Act III.—Same as Act I.—Win-Kye enters down run, carrying paint-pail in one hand, brush in other.
Win-Kye. Ole man talkee, painteeman talkee: all ligh', Win-Kye walkee, cally pail, inside he mouth he plenty cly, "lookee out fol paint." Painteeman, Chinaman, alle same.